Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.